Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Hurray for pro-choice movement!

Hurray for the pro-choice movement. This excerpt should make you happy, no? You are proud of and promote the existence of abortion clinics, yes? You are in favor of what goes on in abortion clinics being legal, correct? Then this article should make you thrilled. It's a good advertisement for your cause, eh?

If you are pro-choice, picture me grabbing the back of your neck & MAKING YOU READ THIS ARTICLE. Because the chances are very good that you are in favor of something you've never witnessed & never received yourself. If you are pro-choice and unable to read this article, from start to finish, you are a weasel. A baby-killing weasel in denial of the actuality of what you favor.

You're the same suckers that car dealerscountonto buy their used pieces of crap without driving them first or actually looking under the hood, as to what is lurking there... refusing to look at the reality of what you are about to buy, hook-line-sinker.

Read this article and weep... for the actuality YOU pro-choicers have helped to bring into legal existence in this country. How kind of you. On behalf of this little child, tortured to death, I thank you.

Abby Johnson was executive director of the Planned Parenthood abortion clinic in Bryan, Texas, and had been with Planned Parenthood for eight years.

One day in 2009, due to a personnel shortage, she was asked to assist with an ultrasound guided abortion. This was a technique uncommon in Planned Parenthood abortuaries, but the doctor executing abortions that day had opted for this method. It was a procedure Abby had not been part of before.

As she held the probe over the stomach of the young woman having the abortion, Abby saw the image of a perfectly formed baby appear on the ultrasound screen. The baby was about 13 weeks, and Abby saw the clear profile from face to feet.

Abby did not want to watch what would happen next, but she knew she had to. She saw the insertion of the cannula - a straw shaped instrument attached to the end of the suction cup. Abby repeated to herself the empty talking points Planned Parenthood had taught her: "The baby doesn't feel pain... the fetal tissue feels nothing as it is removed... This is a simply quick medical procedure."

She was jolted out of these platitudes when she saw the baby react - a sudden jerk from his tiny feet. The baby was kicking as if trying to move away from the invader.

"As the cannula pressed in," she writes, "the baby began struggling to turn and twist away."

The abortionist then made the callous comment, "Beam me up, Scotty", which was meant to instruct the nurse to switch on the suction.

Abby knew what she was about to see. She wanted to cry out "Stop!" But there she was holding the probe. She was an accomplice.

She then describes one of the most horrifying scenes a person could witness.

"The cannula was already being rotated by the doctor and now I could see the tiny body violently twisting from it. For the briefest moment it looked as if the baby was being wrung like a dishcloth, twirled and squeezed. And then the little body crumpled and began disappearing into the cannula before my eyes. I saw the tiny perfectly formed backbone sucked into the tube. Then everything was gone."

Stunned and horrified, Abby dropped the probe. She remembered the ultrasound of Grace at twelve weeks, her daughter who was now age three. She thought of her eight year affiliation with Planned Parenthood, and determined on the spot she would never be part of this again.

(I was going to insert a picture of an aborted, broken, mutilated, tortured 13-week gestation fetus here. I decided not to. Not everyone who visits my blog is a baby killing abortion proponent. Why should I expose them to the heartache. You pro-choicers... go look it up yourself. Wait, you don't have the guts to do that. But vote for pro-choice presidents & other governmental officials? No problem! You do it with smiles on your faces & celebrate afterward. God save your souls from hell's damnation, I pray.)

2 comments:

I pray He does, Daja. We already know He has infinitely perfect patience. I certainly don't. :-( This issue is absolutely push-button for me. My mouth (typing fingers too??) get carried away & detached from my body when I communicate about abortion & the atrocity of it. At least I didn't post a picture. My vengeful nature sure did want to but I controlled it. Small victory over this ugly human nature of mine anyway.

My Family

My man has been so for 34 years thus far. He is and has always been a good partner and friend. Is he perfect or sinless? No. But neither am I so we make a good pair.

My oldest daughter is 28, married, and mother to my first beautiful grandbaby (with 2nd beautiful grandbaby due on our 35th wedding anniversary... 4/24/11). She works in the fast-paced corporate computer world, which suits her perfectly. A love for the land comes from the heart and can not be instilled by infusion. This daughter prefers a sandy beach over grass, but did buy her first house in Nov '09 which has a very grassy front & back yard for grandbabe to play in. They moved from a 2-bedroom apt. on the lakefront. We'll see if the water & sand call her name ever again.

My only son is 23. He lives here at home and took a leave-of-absence from his job, back in February, to help out the family in a big way when my mom became bedbound. A true love of the outdoors he does not have, but the desire for a simple kind of life is ingrained in him. He often helps me in cat & animal rescuing.

My youngest daughter is 13. She is my multi-cultural child that came to me through adoption. She was 11 weeks old when she came into my life. She's quick to turn her thoughts into words, has a definite point of view, wants what she wants and wants it right now. She is the child most like me!! Isn't it funny how fate works.

My 90 year old mother has lived with us for almost 8 years now. She has been bedbound since February '08 and now weighs 50 lbs. We are trying as best we can to ease her transition from this earthy world to the Next. She is more than ready to see what Heaven holds for her.

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UPDATE:

Mom passed away October 6, 2008 at 11:48pm.

She died in her own bed,
on her own terms,
without medical intervention...

with loving people around her,
holding her hands and praying...
whispering to her that everything was going to be alright.